Samedi Soir Sur La Terre
Francis Cabrel
Saturday Night on Earth
He arrives, she sees him, she wants him
And her eyes do the rest
She manages to set fire
In each of her gestures
After that, it's a classic story
No matter the smoke
No matter the music
She raises her hair, she hopes he guesses
In her doll-like eyes
He settles in, he looks around
He prepares his sentences
As she has advanced a bit
Suddenly their gazes meet
After that, it's a normal story
The drink she accepts, the smiles he displays
Approaching a little, he sees the delicate shadows
In her doll-like eyes
No need for me to specify
Where they come from and what they say
It's a child's story
An ordinary story
We are simply, simply
A Saturday night on earth
They talk, they brush against each other, they know well
That they will have to leave
They are forced to touch each other
Because the music is so loud
After, it's just an adventure
That begins on the back seat of a car
He sees the blue shadows
That desire draws
On her doll-like forehead
No need for me to specify
Where they come from and what they say
It's a child's story
An ordinary story
We are simply, simply
A Saturday night on earth
No need to be more precise
This story is already over
We would do the same
If we had to do it again
We are simply, simply
A Saturday night on earth.
